// [but the kid is not my son]
They say that karats help your vision
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
So i had to make a decision for my son and for me
They'll have to rename this one
// [but the kid is not my son]
Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,
I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look
Few days back my sister lost her son....
But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one
Aye rich, another 5 on the g men
Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,
If i can dumb my shit down enough
She need now, she ain't never needed love
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